Two men walked across a long and chilling corridor.
The man walking at the front looked like he was already in his eighties. He was walking with a cane and the vigor in his body had disappeared, but his eyes remained sharp like an eagle's.
Behind him was the man who had contacted Auric not long ago, Steven.
They finally reached the end of the corridor, with two soldiers checking them first before letting them in.
There were three people waiting inside. The first man was sitting on the couch. He had short black hair. He might look like an old man in his sixties with all his hair having turned white, but his body was still brimming with energy.
The woman on his right looked much younger, but it was apparent that she was already in her thirties or even forties. She stood straight and observed the two people who had just come in.
